Though it was not extensive, it was so well furnished with those charming garden shrubs which, in congenial soils, become large trees, that one party of wanderers might seem to be lost from another amidst its walls.

On this evening Mrs.Stanbury and Mrs.Trevelyan had gone out as usual, but Priscilla had remained with Nora Rowley.
After a while Nora also got up and went through the window all alone.
Priscilla, having waited for a few minutes, followed her; and caught her in a long green walk that led round the bottom of the orchard.
"What makes you so wretched ?" she said.
"Why do you say I am wretched ?" "Because it's so visible.

How is one to go on living with you all day and not notice it ?" "I wish you wouldn't notice it.

I don't think it kind of you to notice it.

If I wanted to talk of it, I would say so." "It is better generally to speak of a trouble than to keep it to oneself," said Priscilla.
"All the same, I would prefer not to speak of mine," said Nora.
Then they parted, one going one way and one the other, and Priscilla was certainly angry at the reception which had been given to the sympathy which she had proffered.